Firewing walked to her quarters, blush still present on her faceplates. She had never received a compliment like that before, and it felt good. She smiled as the image of the silver mech entered her processor. His armour seemed to shine under the training room lights, his optics trained on her. It wasn't just what he said, but they way he said it that made Firewings systems burn with desire.

She almost moaned as she neared her quarters, her body ablaze with arousal. She hadn't realised how he affected her, until the adrenaline that pumped through her dissipated. She practically ran the rest of the way to her quarters, she knew she had to do something to work off this extra charge, and was sure Megatron was still attending to his daily duties.

She almost screamed when someone grabbed her from behind, but relaxed immediately when she heard her 'attackers' voice. "So it was arousal I could smell on you?" the mech behind her said, his olfactory senses taking in her scent. "I suppose we should take care of that" the Megatron stated, his servo stroking her wing, causing her to moan so sweetly.

Firewing didn't struggle as the large mech dragged her into his quarters, ensuring the door was shut behind them. She willing allowed herself to be pulled into the room, and placed on the berth. She moaned beautifully as her arousal continued to build. She gasped as the mechs servo found her cockpit, fondling the seam. 'Beautiful' she heard him mutter, causing her to blush.

Megatron continued to lazily stroke her cockpit. He watched as she arched into his servo, a blissful moan leaving her lips. He lent down kissing along her shoulder, and up her neck, lips finally stopping at her audios. "I want to make love to you" he whispered, causing her to gasp pleasurably. "But I will not do anything you're not comfortable with"

The femme groaned as his servo continued to caress her cockpit. She turned to face him, kissing his audio before speaking. "I want you"

Megatron growled deeply as he climbed onto the berth, settling between the femmes open legs. He took a moment to look at the sight before him. "So beautiful" he said, before allowing his servos to wander all over her body. He watched a blissful look fall over the femme, as his servos stimulated every pressure point he could find. He allowed his servos to wander lower down her body, finally allowing one to find her codpiece. The moan he received was magnificent. He slowly fondled the small piece of metal until it slid away. He almost overloaded right there as her scent hit his olfactory. It was splendid.

"Oh frag yes" the femme gasped, as she felt a clawed digit slowly enter her valve. She gasped, clutching at his other arm, as his digit worked to find sensor nodes in the slick valve. "Oh primus" she arched, as his digit brushed against one of the sensor nodes.

Megatron grinned as the femme continued to gasp as the ministrations she was receiving. He lent down capturing her lips with his own, as he added another digit to her valve. He swallowed a pleasurable moan, her servo still clutching tightly to his arm. He continued to thrust his digits into her sensitive valve, wanting to make sure she was ready for him. When he was sure she was wet enough, he opened his own codpiece, revealing his already pressurised spike. "If you wish to stop, we can" he said, not wanting to push her.

Firewing reached between her legs to grasp his spike, causing him to gasp. "I want you. I need you" she said, giving his spike a few strokes.

Megatron grabbed her servo, pulling it away, before lining up his spike. He lent down to kiss her again, as he pushed his spike into the tight, wet heat. He groaned as the valve seemed to grip his spike tightly. "Frag" he whispered, holding the femme close. "So tight". He continued to gently push into the tight heat until he was fully sheathed. He gasped, as the valve seemed to convulse around him, adjusting to his size. When he was sure she was ready, Megatron pulled his spike almost all the way out, before thrusting it back in. It didn't take him long to find a smooth, even pace.

Firewing gasped as the large mech began thrusting into her, her servos clawing at his back. Although she enjoyed the felling she was getting from the slow, almost loving, pace, she wanted more. She knew he was holding back. "I'm not fragile" she moaned. "I'm not about to break"

Megatron put his forehelm on her shoulder, groaning at the feel of the femmes valve. "I don't want to hurt you" he whispered, knowing that if he were to give into his wild instincts, she could come to harm.

"You won't hurt me" she said, her servo brushing his faceplates tenderly. "I can handle it" she announced softly, pulling him down to claim his lips. She continued to kiss him for a few moments before pulling back. "Just let go" she whispered.

Megatron looked at the femme beneath him, remembering how she moved in the training room. He realised that she was stronger than many gave her credit for, and decided to heed her words. His optics darkened, as one arm wrapped tightly around her back, clawed digits holding her in place. He growled into her audios. "Please tell me if I hurt you"

Firewing didn't have a chance to answer, before his sharp denta found her energon lines running down her neck. She almost shrieked in both pleasure and pain as his hips snapped forward sharply, his spike hitting somewhere deep inside her valve. "Oh primus yes" she groaned, as he quickened his pace. She arched her back, yelling blissfully as he set an almost unforgiving pace. "Oh frag. Harder" she breathed out.

Megatron grunted as he complied with the femmes request. His hips slamming into her harder and faster than before, setting a fierce (almost rough) pace. His was spurred on by the delightful sounds the femme was making. He gripped her tightly, his sharp denta again finding her energon lines biting just enough to bruise, but not enough to pierce them. He growled deeply as the femme moaned his name so wonderfully, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as his overload approached, but he refused to overload before her.

He let his arm slide out from under her frame, sitting up to get a better angel. He grasped her hips, anchoring her in place as her began thrusting into her with enough force to shake the berth. He growled as he watched her face contort so beautifully. He continued his forceful pace, loving the sounds she made as he thrust into her over and over.

Firewing clawed at the mechs arms, her body trembling as his pace continued, not letting up. She knew she wasn't going to last with the pace he'd set, but she loved every second of it. She suddenly shrieked, as her overload hit. Her legs wrapped tightly around the large mechs hips, as he continued to piston himself into her now quivering valve.

Megatron continued to thrust into the femme, amazed by the feeling of her overloading around his spike. He thrust a few more times, before letting out a deep carnal snarl, as his overload hit, spilling his transfluid deep into the femmes valve. He all but fell forward, his helm lying on her shoulder. He cycled deeply, trying to cool his overheated systems. "Are you ok?" he asked, carefully pulling his spike from her valve, allowing both their codpieces to close back into place.

Firewing panted heavily, watching as he lied down next to her. "I'm more than ok" she whispered, curling herself into his chest.

Megatron kissed the top of her helm, wrapping his arms around her. "So I did not hurt you?"

The femme chuckled as she lent over to kiss him. "No, that was amazing" she sighed, her helm suddenly dropping to his arm, her exhaustion evident.

Megatron sighed in relief, he hated to think he might have hurt the femme by letting his instincts take over. But now knew that she could handle the wild carnal side he normally kept in check. "Rest my queen" he whispered, as he allowed recharge to tug him into its depths.

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